You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

Honesty was a tough customer... Once you started allowing yourself some honesty, it couldn't easily be contained or limited to one part of your life. It was like poison ivy or a bossy houseguest. Once it was there, you couldn't tell it what to do. You had to really fight to keep it from taking over.

When you remembered to forget, you were remembering. It was when you forgot to forget that you forgot.

He tricked himself into thinking that she would look into his eyes and remember, that love would conquer all.

When your about to criticize someone walk a mile in thier shoes, that way when you criticize them you're a mile away from them and you have their shoes

Sometimes he felt sure that the key to happiness was a poor memory.

I don't have the life of a famous person. But I do feel like I've been able to connect with a lot of people.